Today in My History

2000:  Maybe it was the Ham
2001:  She's Gone Global
2002:  It's Only Money, Right?
2003:  Disney Was Wrong
2004:  In the Name of Freedom
2005:  So Much, So Much, So Much
2006:   Ho
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Books Read in 2007

Updated 9/04:
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JUST A WONDERFUL ILLUSION?

7 September 2007

Millions of people around the world went into simultaneous withdrawal at midnight PST.

We hadn't had that much chance to prepare, but when the warning did come, it didn't seem, at first, to be that big a deal.   A little message appeared on the screen.

People had been complaining that Twitter had been "flaky" for several days, though I hadn't had any problems with it.  However, this "operation" seemed to be coming at a good time...most of us would never even notice.  I would go to sleep at midnight and it would all be fixed when I woke up.

In the morning, I logged into Twitter and my jaw dropped

It was more than 6 hours since the patient went onto the operating table.  Presumably, after they opened it up, there was more wrong than they expected, as so often happens in operations.  There we were -- millions of twitching twitterers and no way to get that little glimpse into each other's lives in 140 characters, no way to post witty observations about life, mine or others'.

I checked periodically over the next several hours.  I finally got this message:

A gigantic impenetrable wall had come down between myself and all those people whose lives I had been following in 140 characters at a time.

At the same time, I received an interesting e-mail from a reader (have I mentioned how much I love hearing from people who read this journal, especially when I have never heard from them before).

After saying some lovely things about my journal, the writer poses this question:

I have a question for you.  I find that journals can be a very intimate medium.  Obviously, it is NOT the same as knowing someone.  However, you have been journaling on line for a long time and have made friends on line.  How real do you think this sense of intimacy is, or can be?   Or is it at its heart just a wonderful illusion?

Here's how I answered the question:

The thing about journals is that you never know how honest the writer is being, and that does perhaps limit the degree of intimacy. Most of
the writers of journals that I have been reading for a long time feel like good friends, but I will probably never meet most of them.

Years ago, a man I knew from CompuServe always said that his wife called all of his on-line friends "imaginary" (though many of us had met him in real life as well). I guess when your on-line relationships are "imaginary," the level of intimacy can be whatever you imagine it to be!

I was just starting to bond with my imaginary friends on Twitter.  There is even less interaction with Twitter people than with journal or blog writers, but there is more of it.  To have to go cold turkey is very difficult.

The only comfort is knowing that everybody else is doing it too.

"Hi.  I'm Bev.  I've become a Twitter addict...." ("hi, Bev").

Twitter sputtered back to life 12 hours after it went in for its 2.5 hr operation.  So far it seems to be functioning properly. 

Millions can breathe easily again and resume their 140 character capsule updates on their lives.
 


Hey, everybody drop my mother a happy birthday note today.  She's 88.
 

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